The whole world of cultivating immortals is afraid of my chicken soup

Most of the disciples in the world of cultivating immortals will go out to practice, and Hebai is no exception. After the Jindan period, Lord Hualian often urged him to go down the mountain and walk around. Otherwise, he would always stay in Jiutianzong and quarrel with Yue Qiangu, and the house would collapse.

"Master, why do you keep urging me down the mountain?"

"As soon as you step into the fairyland, why don't you think about ordinary people? Immortal cultivators have a heavy responsibility, and everyone can't be alone. Now that you have achieved a small level, it would be good to help those ordinary people who are in pain. Is it? It's not too difficult for you."

The young He Bai didn't have any reason to refuse, "Then, where is this disciple going?"

"Where is the bitterness and hatred, where are you going, some roads have to be walked by yourself, and the master can't help you."

"Ah~ good master, do you have to go down the mountain? But I want to spend more time with you. Every time the big guys from the devil world come, you don't have time to teach me."

Shen Yi'an stroked his long hair, smiled and squeezed Hebai's cheeks, "Baibai, you can't cling to me like this, one day I will leave you too, you haven't met your own man of destiny yet, Don't you want to see something?"

"Is it human?"

Shen Yi'an smiled, "Who knows."

Hebai has been to many places since he came down from the mountain. There are civil wars in the Central Plains, wars, and foreign invasions. Hebai has been in the court, joined the army, and worked as a coolie. He has seen so many things that he can't imagine in the past ten years. Human nature that has never been speculated.

The good, the bad, the selfish, the loving... all kinds of things, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, are more cruel and unreasonable than the competition in the world of cultivating immortals.

On the day when he was really tired, He Bai went to Tianhai and Yige to see Shen Yi'an, like a lazy cat, he would slump for about [-] days, "Master, haven't you passed the training experience yet?"

Shen Yi'an smiled and shook his head, picked up a white piece and continued to play chess with Xiao Beigu.

Jidao Mozun often cooks wine and talks with Lord Hua Lian. The man who is frightened and frightened by the whole continent always looks casual and unrestrained, carrying two jugs of good wine to disturb them anytime and anywhere.

At first, Master also bothered him a little.

I don't know when, but the two have become close friends, and they have a heart-to-heart relationship.

The Mozun followed suit, leaned on the bed and drank a pot of wine, "Little friend, you have been to too few places, and there are still many wonderful wonders in the world, which you have never seen."

He Bai didn't take it seriously, "What is there to see, the mortal world can't compare to the world of cultivating immortals. There are so many secret realms, and they are amazingly crafted."

Xiao Beigu laughed a few times, "Little friend, you are still too young."

It wasn't until the two of them soared together that He Bai's life suddenly became lonely, and this world couldn't help but go through the second time.

In this trip to the northwest, where the smoke is rising, and the north where he has been fighting for many years, Hebai has not really seen it once.

Wanting to end this war, Hebai mingled into the northern barbarian country and became a national teacher. Later, he took advantage of the defeat and retreated, in exchange for the long-term stability of the two sides, but Hebai himself was nailed to the pillar of shame. Think he betrayed them.

It was during the years of fleeing that I picked up Ari Silan. At that time, he looked like a teenager, had no name, and could not speak Chinese. Hebai taught him bit by bit.

The black-skinned boy was still very thin back then, and his emerald green pupils looked seductive. When he raised his head, his eyes were full of you, like a wolf on the prairie.

He Bai called him Little Wolf.

The boy's mother was raped by the barbarians and gave birth to him, and the two tribes would not tolerate him, so He Bai took him away.

When Arisilan was young, he was actually very handsome. Hebai didn't have those discrimination against skin color and special eyes, he just felt that this child was pitiful.

At that time, he often used the mask of a wizard to bluff and deceive, looking crazy like a weirdo.

The little wolf cub followed him every meal, and He Bai asked him, "Do you want to cultivate immortality?"

It's a pity that the wolf boy at that time couldn't understand what he said, and he didn't have the concept of cultivating immortals in his head at all. He always felt that the happiest thing was being by He Bai's side.

He didn't learn Chinese well, he stumbled when he spoke, and he was laughed at by Hebai several times. As time passed, he had less and less time to speak, so that after becoming a ghost, his accent was as bad as ever.

After Hebai ceased to be the national teacher, Arisilan was still his loyal bodyguard. One day, when the two of them were sitting in a ruined temple sharing a steamed bun, Hebai asked him, "What do you want to do in the future?"

The black-skinned boy looked up at him ignorantly, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of his question.

He Bai then explained, "I can't stay with you for too long, because I still have my own things to do, you can't stay with me forever, and we are not from the same world, my life is very long, you still Want to learn something? I can teach you."

The little wolf cub touched the white-faced steamed bun, looked at Hebai with the ghost mask, and said with a slight accent, "I want to become stronger."

Hebai nodded, "Of course."

"From tomorrow onwards, I will teach you swordsmanship, fighting skills, reading and writing? Do you want to learn?"

"Want to learn."

Hebai taught him unreservedly. As Arisilan grew up day by day, Hebai gave him less and less advice. The young man was already taller than him, with deep eye sockets and sharp-edged faces, which are unique to men. Fortitude and beauty.

He was tall and handsome, but he would always bow his head in front of He Bai, with a humble posture.

As if he was Hebai's servant.

In fact, the young man once slept on his thigh, and He Bai hadn't thought about taking the child back to practice immortality, but he couldn't touch Ari Silan's spiritual root, so he felt that he was not destined, so he was willing to spend more time with him in the world.

Wan didn't expect that after several decades, he would still meet a little wolf who had become the king of ghosts.

During the time when Bei Mu Lingya was raising her baby, the two of them went to the northwest again. When He Bai was helping him comb his hair, he asked, "How have you been since I left? Why have you gone to cultivate the ghost way?"

Azlan couldn't answer.

The tone was very blunt, "I died later."

"Huh? How did you die?"

"If you are captured by them, you will die."

Of course he omitted a lot of the process, He Bai frowned, "Speak clearly."

Arisilan couldn't help it, so he lowered his head again. He hugged Hebai to the bed, squatted down halfway, held Hebai's foot, and kissed the back of his foot lightly.

It was a very simple, pious and lonely action. He Bai paused for a moment and suddenly felt sore in his heart. He already had silver hair, which complemented his dark complexion. This head of frost and snow was so lonely that people couldn't imagine him. What have you been through.

He has been the only one who has been punished by the gods for success throughout the ages. He Bai's heart is in a mess, and he always feels that he has suffered too much.

Called him tentatively, "Little wolf?"

Arisilan obediently responded, "Yes."

He Bai lightly stepped on his shoulder and sat up, then stretched out his hand towards him, Lord Ghost King hugged him up, his movements towards He Bai were always very light, never daring to get too close or too much Passover.

But he always liked this man.

The emerald eyes can't deceive anyone, they look very affectionate.

He Bai leaned in his arms, touched his white eyebrows and white hair, "How did this happen?"

Arisilan said succinctly, "The medicine man."

After He Bai left, he was arrested by his tribe, whipped, tortured, and finally turned into a medicine man.

He suffered too much inhuman torture, but he didn't tell He Bai that he carried everything silently and swallowed all the grievances.

"Why did they arrest you? Is it because of me? They asked you about my whereabouts, right?"

Arisilan neither admitted nor denied, looked at Hebai quietly for a while, but still couldn't hold back and kissed his forehead, which seemed to be the most daring thing he dared to do.

He Bai wanted to laugh a little, and kissed him back very generously. The foolish Lord Ghost King seemed a little startled, and he didn't dare to put his arms around He Bai's waist too hard. After He Bai kissed him, he touched his face, " Why didn't you come to me before?"

"You are a fairy, I am a ghost."

He Bai blinked, "Are you afraid that I don't like you?"

Azlan nodded a little embarrassedly.

"Then why can't you bear to show up again?"

"Speaking of which, I was a little jealous of Xingran at that time, because I didn't see you smile much, but you doted on that child very much."

He Bai chuckled a few more times, "Are you jealous?"

"Not really, just a little curious."

The tone was a little low, but He Bai heard it, and Ari Silan said later, "Xing Ran is a good boy, he is better than me, he will make you happy, and I like it very much."

"You can also make me happy now."

"Can I?"

Hebai's hand went directly into the other's honey-colored chest, and the ending sounded upward, with a hint of flirting. The cold beauty was sitting between his legs, smiling really seductively, "Want to learn? I'll teach you. "

Arisilan stared at him without blinking, and finally nodded slowly.

He Bai bullied himself up, leaned down, kissed his eyelids, and then kissed his lips, "You are so good."